Sometimes I feel like my life is on a carousel that is spinning out of control. It is going faster and faster, and I can't get off--nor do I really want to--and I can't slow it down.
Currently Sweet Pea ( our newest foster placement ) is getting three birth-parent visits a week. I transport her to two of them, and they take place in a town about 45 minutes away--so I spend about three hours a week driving.
Thankfully both of these visits take place late in the afternoon--a time of day when I'm not very productive anyway, but sometimes it seems like all I do is run out the door.
I would have to say that birth-parent visits are one of the more difficult parts of foster parenting for me. They tend to be stressful, and confusing for the children often causing fussiness, acting out, and sleep issues afterward.
I try to constantly remind myself to put myself in the birth parents shoes, and think how happy they are to see their little ones. When I have to travel a distance for the visits I pray for the birth parents during the drive.
That's my thoughts in a nutshell right now.
